Að dreyma sig fiðrildi - eða öfugt

Þá er það upprunnið þennan sjöunda dag febrúarmánaðar á því herrans ári 2008, nýja árið Kínverjanna - ár rottunnar - á öðru nýju tungli frá Vetrarsólstöðum.

Frægt draumljóð Li Po kemur upp í hugann; að dreyma sig fiðrildi eða öfugt. Hin óræða spurning hver dreymir hvern?

 

Chuang Tzu and the butterfly

 

Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly.

And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking.

Which was the real - the butterfly or the man?

Who can tell the end of the endless changes of things?

The water that flows into the depth of the distant sea

Returns anon to the shallows of a transparent stream.

The man, rainsing melons outside the green gates of the city.

Was once the Prince of the East Hill.

So must rank and riches vanish.

You know it, still you toil and toil, - what for? 

 

Li Po